Yes, I was there in the Holy Land, an honorable Knight Of The Temple. And yes, I fell at Acre, defending my king and comrade Richard. It was a damnable poisoned Saracen blade that left me bleeding and broken, barely able to drag myself from the field of battle and a humiliating defeat. I prayed to my omniscient god, whom I had sworn my devotion and he answered not. At the point of death, the sweet whisper of relief was breathed in my ear. Would I accept immortality at the cost of my own soul? The pain was overwhelming and where was my god of deliverance? He had turned his back on me and my bretheren that dark day and I owe him not my fealty. I have been many things since I was brought across - a sorcerer, scholar, mage,wanderer,assassin, bard and, of course, warrior. The great Vampire Prince is the one I serve....for now. As the General of Night, I command loyalty and respect, but I want more! And I will have it! One day....